Top 5 (Taste Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Genius, give 'em that flood, fool
(D.A.)

[Verse]
Huh, Kodak free, tell that n*gga holla at me (Yeah)
They say I'm the one like they threw a dollar at me (What?)
Good di*k and Louie V'll probably make her happy
Shawty blowin' up my phone, sorry, b*tch, I'm not the papi
Everywhere I go you know it's on me, huh, strappy (Strappy)
Shawty got a ass, told her sit it on my lappy (What?)
Love & Hip Hop, baby, nah, this ain't Scrappy (Nah)
Hundred-K on me, this is why my jeans saggy (Woo)
pus*y good, please don't make me wait, huh, Shaggy (Shaggy)
Ass shots finally wearin' off, uh, saggy (Ew)
Cut the b*tch off, let her go, don't nag me (Uh)
Shawty spreadin' lies on me 'cause she can't have me (b*tch)
I got n*ggas countin' on me, you can't count me out
You ever seen a half a mill'? Watch me count it out
Internet gangstas, f*ck what they talkin' 'bout
How the f*ck you hatin' and you tweetin' from your mama couch? (What?)
Yeah, hottest in Atlanta, uh, big dawg
Uh, you n*ggas some clowns, uh, Jigsaw (Woo)
Caught a Glock, Dion Sanders get you picked off (Bah)
Her pus*y smell like fish sticks, now my di*k soft (Ho)
Shout out Drake, shout out Ye, shout out Rick Ross (What up?)
How the f*ck is you gon' win if you ain't took a loss? (What?)
Got a b*tch that like a b*tch and they both mine (Both)
The only n*gga here in the city with no co-sign (Yeah)
n*ggas tryna ride my wave, I'm on the coast line (Skrrt)
When I step up on that stage you know it's showtime (Showtime)
I can't choose between the two because y'all both fine (Yeah)
n*ggas hatin' but I been the GOAT the whole time (GOAT)
Forth and inches, goin' for it on the goal line (Huh)
Since you still on my nuts, boy, you can hold mine (Hold mine)
Rollie flooded on my wrist, that's a gold mine (Shee)
I already wiped the bullets, let me load mine (Bah)
Why they only blog when you on that clown sh*t? (Clown sh*t)
All these b*tches mad 'cause I got a down b*tch (Down b*tch)
Block me, unfollow me, that's the same thing (What?)
But you part of my collection, baby, bang-bang (Bang-bang)
Yeah, yeah, free my n*ggas in the chain gang (Chain gang)
Yeah, yeah, man, I hate how they did Wayne (Did Wayne)
Yeah, yeah, this the new school Dedication (What?)
Big white tees, Rap City in the basement (Ooh)
Whack n*ggas tryin' hard but you can't replace it (Ooh)
I done smoked a whole ounce, now I'm levitatin' (What?)
Just popped a half, you can say I'm medicatin' (Ah)
Appreciate the fans, I can see y'all stayed patient (Yeah)
Real one, K.I.S.S. four, Slumlord two (Two)
SZA flow, boot up and this for you (You)
I'm tired of whack label n*ggas, please don't even call (Call)
It ain't my fault that shhh dropped the ball (Ooh)
They say my last hit was Comfortable
Sittin' in a million dollar mansion and I'm comfortable (What?)
She tired of that n*gga, told herm "f*ck with your boy" (Boy)
Knowin' you a lame and I don't f*ck you with you, boy (What?)
When you was down bad did they f*ck with you, boy? (Nah)
Hell nah, they ran out of luck with your boy (Ooh)
Million dollar plays, yeah, I struck with my boy (Yeah)
Let you count my money, add it up for the boy (Boy)
Tell Akademiks he should post me on his site (Site)
Countin' up a mill', facin' blunts with the wife (Wife)
Shout out World Star but they don't ever wanna post me (Woo)
I just wanna know the problem, I'm just bein' nosey (Yeah)
I'm just tryna score, they tryna block it like a goalie (Goalie)
n*ggas in the comments and they barely even know me (Know me)
All these n*ggas shrimps, you belong inside a hoagie (Hoagie)
Feel like Allen I, Michael Jordan couldn't even hold me (Hold me)
The last two years I been buildin' up slowly (Slowly)
All my fans bare with me, ha, Yogi (Yogi)
Daughter on the way, gotta stack them raviolis ('Iolis)
Rare Sound 'bout to drop soon, holy moly (Holy moly)
[Outro]
Yeah
Rare Sound